This is how it all began … kind of. More to the point, Tacoma was the first ride I traveled for this year, back in late February. It rekindled an addiction.
I’ve had a cycling guide book for years, which I’ll review in a future post. Bored and frustrated with Seattle’s rainy season, this book that’s been on my shelf so long I can’t even remember where or when I got it came down, and gave me a good idea. On a soggy Saturday, I mounted my rain bike on the roof, and drove to Tacoma. Irony of ironies, the weather cleared as I went south, until I parked, got out of the car, and basked in the sun. I could have brought my nice bike!
Before I left, I had dutifully copied the ride directions onto a cue sheet. Out on the road, I would try to remember the next two or three turns, and stop occasionally after making one of them to learn what would come ahead. It wasn’t long before I went to pull my directions out of my back pocket and found them missing. The wind is a good thief! I was reduced to asking passers-by for directions!
My tour began downtown, and followed the waterfront to Point Defiance. This is a wonderful park! From here, I managed to find my way back to town, in a loop instead of by retracing my “steps,” but I didn’t find as scenic a ride as the book had suggested. One day, I’ll return.
This wound up being about a 25 mile ride, with 1,600 feet of elevation gain. I had planned on 30 miles with about the same amount of climbing. I should have left the park (Point Defiance) to the south, passing The Narrows, and returned through the university. Instead, I pedaled through residential neighborhoods, until I was at the base of a long, steep descent back to the edge of downtown.